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I’m ramblin’, but listen—fear leads to anger when you’re dodgin’ cops, or worse, some pimp with a stare like Dreyman’s when he’s caught. “Fear is the path to the dark side,” I’d growl, but hell, it’s true! You’re sweatin’, heart’s racin’, thinkin’—is she legit? Is this a sting? Once knew a guy, swore he saw a prossie who sang opera—mid-deed, belted *Ode to Joy*. Swear to Force, I laughed ‘til I choked! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story, dammit.

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I love wanderin’ down Cedar Lane. Its bricks, oh man, they got stories. Saw lovers, heard secrets. Makes ya feel like every stone’s got a tale to tell. And yeah, sometimes I get mad, y’know? Mad at the world for ignorin’ these little beauties. Like in the movie, when Llewyn said, "I had a hard time even rememberin' your name..." That stung.

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